I threw up at work two days ago, just after having lunch. No, I am not pregnant, this is not a Nollywood movie with Patience Ozokwor as my mother. That evening, I had a tiny bit of pain in my chest which my mum said was because I retched too much and didn’t have anyone rubbing down my back. I figured it would resolve by morning and I went to bed. Continue reading →
Many Nigerian women posted names of certain fruits on their facebook timelines yesterday, this was done to raise awareness about breast cancer. I decided to write a little bit about the menace on the blog. Continue reading →
I love twitter and hate it, more precisely- I hate what it does to me. I have always been a child of anger, whipping sarcasm and sass and rudeness (in my parents’ opinion, never mine) into a formidable collection of quotes and pithy sayings that people remember me by, many decades later. Years of a certain thing called home training had taken the edge and flattened my sparkly bubbles of wit and made me someone who is often described as gentle and calm and quiet by majority of the people who ‘know’ me. But on twitter, the foolishness that is unleashed on that space in 140- word spurts always makes me tear off my figurative shirt and reveal the S on my chest. Continue reading →
When you have a bout of diarrhoea or a rash or simple stomach upset, the first thing a Nigerian will advise you to do is to get an antibiotic or herbal decoction (agbo) depending on their level of education/sophistication. They would even recommend their favourite brand without a second thought or a brand they feel is very effective. Continue reading →
In the biblical book of Genesis, God told a certain man named Noah to build an ark because he was going to destroy the inhabitants of the world by a flood. We all know how the story went, how he gathered all the animals in pairs (even mosquitoes, big mistake Ogbuefi Noah) and the inhabitants of this world met their end in a watery grave.
This week I was at a wholesale pharmacy and a customer- a pharmacist told us a story I have not been able to get off my mind.
He was holding a pack of a very popular medication and examining it with great care, he set it down and asked for ten packs.
“This is the original” he muttered. Continue reading →
Barely ten days ago, the executive secretary of the Nigerian University Commission at a workshop at the great University of Benin, announced the approval of the Doctor of Pharmacy program after a protracted battle that has spanned nearly two decades.
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